"Natalie, what are you doing here?"
Renee approached her with a sharp gaze.
Natalie's face was dark with anger, and she stayed silent. Renee was baffled. What was she playing at?
The servant who had followed Natalie whispered nervously, "Ms. Morton..."
"I'm sorry!" Natalie snapped, her voice brittle.
Renee's eyebrow twitched. Apologizing? Natalie's attitude screamed anything but remorse.
As soon as she said it, Natalie turned to leave.
Hans' voice cut through the tension like a knife. "If you didn't mean to apologize, no one's forcing you."
"Hans!" Natalie's anger boiled over. "I've been crazy about you, and this is how you treat me? What's so great about her? She's just a divorced slut!"
Hans' expression turned stormy, thunderclouds rolling in his eyes.
"Watch your mouth!"
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